Sunday, January 14, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Friday, January 05, 2007
more photos from canada.
before i head back, here are the highlights.
check out these albums.
http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2067634&l=9e034&id=81006693
http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2067646&l=1c819&id=81006693
yesss.
check out these albums.
http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2067634&l=9e034&id=81006693
http://queensu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2067646&l=1c819&id=81006693
yesss.
changes.
that´s just the way it is.
i am so hesitant about change and i´m really not sure why i don´t embrace it. i tend to be a relatively positive person, but when it comes to changes in routine or location i generally have a negative outlook.
one week before coming to canada from manizales, anxiety set in. i have to go home for awhile. i have to leave friends and special ones here, and i won´t see them for three weeks. i can´t imagine what i would do if i wasn´t coming back to manizales. i´m not ready yet to get back to canada. i don´t know what the eff i should bring home. it would just be easier to stay here.
spent a day or two at home in ottawa feeling a bit culture shocky but adjusted relatively quickly. especially when it meant hanging out with some of my favourites here, seeing movies at the bytowne, playing catan seafarer´s at andrew´s farm, going to kingston to see my grandparents, indian and thai food, hanging with the fam, buying new pants that are long enough for me, and spending some time at cisv winter camp.
now that i have gotten used to being back in canada, a form of anxiety has set in again. tomorrow i am going back to bogota, and then sunday back to manizales. it´s as if i have come back to an old life i had here once, gotten right back into it and now i´m moving back to the new stuff in colombia that has been at the back of my mind since arriving here.
i think while i was away, i forgot how much i love being here and being close to people that really, really know me. sometimes it is hard to find that other places... or atleast it takes more time than a few months.
i know that once i get back to manizales and my ´new - old´ life starts up again, i will feel lots better. i always forget the wondrous things that are awaiting me there: latin music everywhere, salsa dancing, 2000 peso cervezas, friends and ferias, warm hearts and warm weather, diego´s cooking...
yes. i am excited to go back.
i am so hesitant about change and i´m really not sure why i don´t embrace it. i tend to be a relatively positive person, but when it comes to changes in routine or location i generally have a negative outlook.
one week before coming to canada from manizales, anxiety set in. i have to go home for awhile. i have to leave friends and special ones here, and i won´t see them for three weeks. i can´t imagine what i would do if i wasn´t coming back to manizales. i´m not ready yet to get back to canada. i don´t know what the eff i should bring home. it would just be easier to stay here.
spent a day or two at home in ottawa feeling a bit culture shocky but adjusted relatively quickly. especially when it meant hanging out with some of my favourites here, seeing movies at the bytowne, playing catan seafarer´s at andrew´s farm, going to kingston to see my grandparents, indian and thai food, hanging with the fam, buying new pants that are long enough for me, and spending some time at cisv winter camp.
now that i have gotten used to being back in canada, a form of anxiety has set in again. tomorrow i am going back to bogota, and then sunday back to manizales. it´s as if i have come back to an old life i had here once, gotten right back into it and now i´m moving back to the new stuff in colombia that has been at the back of my mind since arriving here.
i think while i was away, i forgot how much i love being here and being close to people that really, really know me. sometimes it is hard to find that other places... or atleast it takes more time than a few months.
i know that once i get back to manizales and my ´new - old´ life starts up again, i will feel lots better. i always forget the wondrous things that are awaiting me there: latin music everywhere, salsa dancing, 2000 peso cervezas, friends and ferias, warm hearts and warm weather, diego´s cooking...
yes. i am excited to go back.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
nada se pierde, todo se transforma.
Tu beso se hizo calor
luego el calor movimiento,
luego gota de sudor
que se hizo vapor, luego viento
que en un rincón de La Rioja
movió el aspa de un molino
mientras se pisaba el vino
que bebió tu boca roja.
Tu boca roja en la mía,
la copa que gira en mi mano,
y mientras el vino caía
supe que de algún lejano rincón
de otra galaxia,
el amor que me darías,
transformado, volvería
un día a darte las gracias
Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da,
nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.
El vino que pagué yo,
con aquel euro italiano
que había estado en un vagón
antes de estar en mi mano,
y antes de eso en Torino
y antes de en Torino, Prato,
donde hicieron mis zapato
sobre el que caería el vino.
Zapatos que en unos horas
buscaré bajo tu cama
con las luces del aurora,
junto a tus sandalias planas
que compraste aquella vez
en Salvador de Bahía
donde a otro diste el amor
que hoy yo, te devolvería...
Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da,
nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.
. jorge drexler .
this is such beautiful poetry.
merry christmas all.
luego el calor movimiento,
luego gota de sudor
que se hizo vapor, luego viento
que en un rincón de La Rioja
movió el aspa de un molino
mientras se pisaba el vino
que bebió tu boca roja.
Tu boca roja en la mía,
la copa que gira en mi mano,
y mientras el vino caía
supe que de algún lejano rincón
de otra galaxia,
el amor que me darías,
transformado, volvería
un día a darte las gracias
Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da,
nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.
El vino que pagué yo,
con aquel euro italiano
que había estado en un vagón
antes de estar en mi mano,
y antes de eso en Torino
y antes de en Torino, Prato,
donde hicieron mis zapato
sobre el que caería el vino.
Zapatos que en unos horas
buscaré bajo tu cama
con las luces del aurora,
junto a tus sandalias planas
que compraste aquella vez
en Salvador de Bahía
donde a otro diste el amor
que hoy yo, te devolvería...
Cada uno da lo que recibe
y luego recibe lo que da,
nada es más simple,
no hay otra norma:
nada se pierde,
todo se transforma.
. jorge drexler .
this is such beautiful poetry.
merry christmas all.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
great north.
here is a picture diary of my winter break so far
disaster strikes! trying to pack to go home.
kath is so sad to see me go.
skip: flying to bogota, spending the day with andrea, sara and their family, flying to canada, sleeping for 14 hours, meeting up with trav and sarah, seeing the new guest movie, driving to kingston with alex and norah
to: an evening in kingston
andrew writing profanities on james´ message board (aka ams president)
we are having SUCH a good time
skip: breakfast at the goat, hanging out with katelyn and her housemates, sleeping for another 14 hours
to: party time!
yay mum
that´s awkward.
talking to carolynn
passing notes! hahahahahhaaaaaaaaa!
?
enjoying a beer
disaster strikes! trying to pack to go home.
kath is so sad to see me go.
skip: flying to bogota, spending the day with andrea, sara and their family, flying to canada, sleeping for 14 hours, meeting up with trav and sarah, seeing the new guest movie, driving to kingston with alex and norah
to: an evening in kingston
andrew writing profanities on james´ message board (aka ams president)
we are having SUCH a good time
skip: breakfast at the goat, hanging out with katelyn and her housemates, sleeping for another 14 hours
to: party time!
yay mum
that´s awkward.
talking to carolynn
passing notes! hahahahahhaaaaaaaaa!
?
enjoying a beer
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